CIRCLES UNENDING

CIRCLES UNENDING
When these wars are lost and won
and in the field is left men and crests,
a mother shall receive her one last son,
ay! but a gloomy carcass upon her breast.

A Bride shall seek her husband
though it might be his remains alone
perhaps some letter written by his hand,
to bestow a name upon their child unborn.

A Father stares at his doors
awaiting his boys from the moor,
he waits in vain; his loneliness shall reveal thus.
Though he cries not, he shall be a man no more.

They that return, hearts beating,
shall run e'en to the ends of the earth,
to quell from their heads the endless battling;
Shall they find peace? Yes, at the ends of the earth.

Songs shall be made 'bout these men—
they that lost and also won these wars.
A boy shall hear the songs about these men
and his heart shall swell and be thirsty for war.